Of things there are there was has been
an lg stuck word pre-mediated murder of a kind
too disillusioned by the same gioconda smile
throwing the white glove mechanically onto the earth
has the benefactor rich pocket reach sized daddy of a kind
ever paid tributes to the earth and its smile
the earth the earth just a cricket ground flirting
with atomic posibilites and the human phenomenon
artificially induced by volcanic activities
that at some places erupt as useless thoughts
short of time eye mark the space of your own
'cause time being too error repetitive
watch this now - eternally human
reconditioned to live your part
mere oscillation of nature too indifferent
on a cosmic EEG screened against time prime
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